1. Suppose I were to begin by saying that I had fallen in love with a color. Suppose I were to speak this as though it were a confession //////////////// It began slowly.

An appreciation, an affinity. Then, one day, it became more serious. Then (looking into an empty teacup, its bottom stained with thin brown excre-ment coiled into the shape of a sea horse) it became somehow - personal.

[An extract from Maggie Nelson, Bluets.]